As I open the door, I'm assured that it is no one of certain danger because Bru is thumping his tail against my leg and not barking. I sniff the air lightly, comforted by the smell of Xander. I feel myself wrapped into a hug, strong arms surrounding my body. He lifts me into the air, spins me once, and then lightly presses a kiss to my cheek.

"How's my favorite girl?" He asks, and I smile as Anya snorts. "My second favorite girl," Jojo's snort is the exact replica of her mother's. My laugh escapes as Xander again corrects himself. "My third favorite girl,"

"Excuse me?" Mom laughs, expecting him to change again. He groans, pulls me towards him, and pets Bru.

"Fine, my favorite teenage girl. That good?" No one protested so I led them to the dining room. As I sit in my seat, Bru settling under the table and resting his head on my lap. The doorbell rang again, and Mom assures me she will get it.

"So, Aly-bear, how is the school-age?" Xander's voice is light, and I can almost see him. His hand is in Anya's while their daughter, blonde haired Jojo, plays with her teddy bear. I don't know how I know what they look like; I only really know the dream versions of them. My dream versions. Mom describes them to me; like how Angel is broody, or Willow is a red head. But still, I completely rely on my visions of them. Sometimes…I wish I could live completely in my dreams. Able to see the world…do more then just feel it. Then I wake up in total darkness again.

"Same as always. Midterms were horrible,"

"Alonna, how do you take such difficult tests of intelligence with your limited abilities?" Anya questions, her voice emanating with innocence and curiosity. I smile before anyone can say anything.

"I type on a computer that has brail on the keys, and I have a teacher assistant who reads the questions aloud. Then she reads my answers back to me so I don't make any mistakes,"

"Oh," Anya answers softly. "Then how do you fight?"

"Alonna has been trained, by both her Aunt and Uncle,"

"Hi Giles," I smile, my face turned in the general direction of his crisp British voice. He walks towards me, hugging my shoulders lightly.

"How are you?"

"Good, you?" This is our normal conversation, cold to anyone else but comforting to us. We talk about languages that my mother taught me and things of interesting decent. I even get to help with the research though it's hard to find books with brail or deep lettering. Sometimes, if the letters are imprinted deep enough, I can read them.

"Wonderful," I hear the seat scrape against the floor.

"Don't scratch the floor, Mom'll have your head," I hear said mother chuckle behind me, and smell a light stream of cologne. "Hey Seth," My voice is steady, though my insides were tumble-y and jiggle-y.

"Hi," I always catch my breath when he speaks. He slides next to me, his hand finding Bru's fur. Mine brushes against his lightly before I pull it back and I feel my cheeks get hot.

"Aly, would you help me in the kitchen," I nod in Mom's direction, taking Bru's collar and walking to the kitchen.

"Be careful, baby," Mom whispered into my hair as she handed me the bowl of mashed potatoes.

"I know, Mom," I kissed her cheek, knowing the exact height of her and entered the dining room again. Aunt Buffy and Uncle Angel were there now, and I could smell Spike's tobacco and Harmony's perfume. Spike took the bowl from me, engulfing me in a hug.

"Hey, bitty-bit. How's it going?"

"Good, bub. How bout you?"

"Peachy,"

"Can you believe Timmy fell down that damn well again?"

"Language," Mom reminded me, but quickly shut up as Spike hugged her. "You corrupt my daughter,"

"Hey, I corrupted you, didn't I? Only fair,"

"Hey Al," Dru laughed, hugging me. Though named after the now dusted vampire that held her father's heart for a long time, Dru was nothing like her. Sure the blonde had her moments, but nothing like the original. The others slowly arrived, and we all said our hellos and sat down to eat. Seth is petting Bru again, his hand sporadically brushing my leg.

"Aly, didja get a chance to read that book I got you?" Tara questions, her voice soft.

"It was fabulous," My voice was excited and I hear Spike snort. "At least I know how to read," I scoff back at him, grinning as he nudges my back.

"Watch it. You might be super, but I'm bad,"

"I'm badder than you," Spike stiffened, and I hear Mom begin choking on her soda. "What?"

"Nothing," The two answer, Mom with a laugh and Spike with a frown. I know it's actually something, but don't bother asking. Mom has had a crush on Spike for forever. I know she loves my dad, but still…he was her first love. No one else knows who my father is, Mom didn't for a long time until she saw his picture in Cordy's room. It's the only picture she has of him, but Mom dipped back into her klepto days and took it. She made two copies, one for me and one for her, and returned it the next day. He's a handsome man, with dark hair and green eyes. Sometimes I wish I can have what my mom and Allen Francis Doyle had.

A/n: So now you know who her father is. Doyle and Dawn…the wiggy-est couple-ing ever. Anyway, I really need input on how I'm writing Aly, I've never written a disabled person before. Please review.